Star Trek: Anti "Pilot

star Trek: Anti "Pilot

by The Antiwesley

Category: StarTrek: Other
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 1999-09-04 09:00:00
Updated: 1999-09-04 09:00:00
Packaged: 2016-04-27 10:46:23
Rating: T
Chapters : 1
Words: 846

Publisher: www.fanfiction.net

Summary: The "pilot" episode of Star Trek:Anti..

Star Trek: Anti "Pilot

T - Six Months. Starbase 112. Olry Sector. Admiral Shutter's Office.

Captain Eric Norman sat impatiently at the Admiral's desk. This is
always how he sat at admiral's desks. Impatiently. By this time, he
knew the routine. They would come in, shake his hand, maybe pat him on
the back, and smile a forced smile.

"Sorry, Eric . " he mumbled to himself. "After that _incident_ at Wolf
359, we just don't have a ship to let you command. We have more
Captains then ships right now." He instinctively knew that when that
door opened. Admiral Shutter would march in and follow the routine.
The door opened. Eric turned and followed the admiral with his eyes
as he came in.

"Eric." the admiral shook his hand and patted him on the back. "I
have some news for you."

Eric tensed up. 'Here we go..' he thought to himself.

"We have a ship for you." the admiral smiled.

Eric's jaw dropped.

"It's an old Excelsior class. One of the first ones out of the
factory. She's a bit old, but Starfleet Command pulled her out of
mothballs for this." The admiral looked at Eric. "To be
honest , Eric, we are at an all time low. Some old ships are being
pulled back into active duty. Just as filler til we can get the fleet
back up to spec. You do good on this.." the admiral stared Eric in
the eyes and wagged his finger at him. "and there's a good chance you
can upgrade to one of the newer ships when they become available.

You've been rotting behind a desk far too long. Congratulations." He
shook Eric's hand.

Eric stood up speechless. His own ship. Einally.

"But.." the admiral's words cut through the air like a hot knife cuts
butter. "There's a catch."

"A catch?" Eric gulped. This did _not_ sound good.

"As I said, she's old, and most of the repair/rebuild facilities are
needed for the new ships. You and your crew will have to fix it up as
you go along. Don't get me wrong, she's a good ship. She just needs
some tweaking to get the bugs out of her system. And speaking of
bugs.." the admiral pressed a button on his desk. "Send in
Lt . Servix . "

The door slid open and a petite female Vulcan entered. "Captain Eric
Norman ... meet Lt. Servix. Your first officer." Eric shook her hand.

"I am. . .pleased to meet you. Admiral Skutter has told me many stories
about you." said Servix. Staring at the hand, she wiped it on her
pants leg.

"A pleasure to meet you as well. Lt . ummm Servix." Eric grimaced.

The admiral smiled.

"Now, Eric, if you'll allow me.. Your ship awaits."

30 minutes later. Outside Starbase 112. A shuttlepod.

"Well ... there she is, Eric. Isn't she a beauty?" said the admiral with
some pride.

Eric's nose was nearly pressed to the shuttle's window.

The ship looked as though she had been one too many solar storms. The
paint was peeling in places, half the lights were blinking on and
off, and she was tilted at an angle in space.

"I know she's not much to look at Eric.. But she's got it where it
counts. Right Servix?"

"According to the scanners and reports, the ship is marginally
functional, it occasionally , as the engineer terms ,' backfires ', and can
be beaten by a squad of Girl Scouts armed with sticky lollipops and a
battery of cookies."

The admiral smiled.

'Great.' Eric thought to himself. 'A Vulcan with a sense of humor.'

Admiral Skutter patted Eric on the back.

"Remember Eric, you do good on this one.."

Eric sighed. The shuttlepod came up from behind, arcing over the
bridge and headed up to the front. Eric stared at the name.

"What does that name mean?" Eric asked.

"Servix found that one. She tends to think esoterically . "

Servix spoke up. "It's the name of a minor cultural figure in the
late 20th century on your planet. He laid down some of the basic
tenets that Starfleet _and_ the Eederation follow today. I found it
very fitting for us, being., well.." the admiral cut in.

"What Servix is trying to say here, Eric. Is that your crew is
not, well to be honest, quite up to Starfleet snuff. They're good
people. They know their stuff. They're just _not_ quite the norm for
most starships. Witness Servix here." Servix glared at the admiral.
"As you can tell, she's not your normal Vulcan. She tends to
be, rather, the Vulcan equivalent of a cynic. But I'm sure you'll get
to learn all about your crew."

Captain Eric Norman stared out into space. He turned back to look at
the ship. His ship, he corrected himself.

' Well , NCC-2 0 0 1 , aka the U.S.S. Ant iwesley . . ' he thought to himself,
'looks as though we're stuck with each other.' Eric Norman sighed.
The adventure is just beginning....

End
f lie .